Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.